When an illusion dies
it hurts beyond any lost
more than vicious lie
or any high cost
it's losing a dear friend
it's being unfairly condemned
it's coming home alone
it's spining without control
When an illusion dies
leaves an open wound
a war without allies
it's to feel doomed
there is a funeral in the eyes
no room to improvise
just tears of farewell
a fade joy to remember.
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